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Joanna Depue "DJ/Deacon J" writes original songs and liturgies, does daily Farm office work and records Barbara's eMos on The Geranium Farm. A singer and dog trainer she utilizes healing touch in her private massage practice. PLEASE share YOUR original ideas for worship, special liturgies, prayers, songs, sermons and noteworthy blogs right here.Send emails to: deaconj@geraniumfarm.org or add a comment on an existing post.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Sunday Spotlight: Eyes on the Prize

Pentecost 15A

Good
peripheral vision is a blessing and a curse. It makes us aware of our
surroundings. It alerts us to the people in our lives… their strengths…
their weaknesses… their achievements… their failings. When blessed by
Christian charity, good peripheral vision quickly zeroes in on those who
need our help. When tainted by pride, peripheral vision identifies
rivals and triggers jealousy and ill will. The choice is ours…
resentment or kindness… self-centered or Christ-centered.

The lesson of today’s gospel is to make the right choice… to see past
the clutter… to keep our eyes on the prize. The first thing we learn
from this gospel is that God keeps his promises. All the rewards of a
life in Christ will be ours. Don’t be distracted by the good fortune or
failings of others. The gospel instructs us not to measure and compare
their merits and their shortcomings to ours. That’s a pretty
straight-forward message. But our egos resist and complain: “It’s not
fair. I worked longer. I did more. God owes me more.”

As a kid reading this gospel for this first time, that seemed like a
very reasonable position. My galloping ego immediately identified with
the “good guys.” They worked longer, they should get more. It’s only
fair. I had to learn that salvation is not a merit badge. We don’t earn
it. It’s a gift from God.

Today, I thank God that he is not governed by my adolescent notions of
fairness. We do not judge God. He judges us. And thankfully he does not
judge us by our self-centered standards of fairness… or else no one
would be saved. He sees us and knows us in intimate detail. He judges us
with a forbearance and forgiveness bound by infinite love.

Christ spreads a wide net to gather us in. But if you were the only one
to be saved… or I was the only one to be saved…or someone in some remote
corner of creation were the only one to be saved, Christ would do it
all again. Salvation is not a class-action event. Jesus is our own
personal Savior. He did not come to save the early birds or the late
arrivals. He comes for each of us-- one by one. He knows and loves each
of us in our pride and foolishness, in our falls and resurrections. He
does not weigh our worth against each other. Why should we?

Spiritual snobbery is Satan’s trap for the righteous. It tells us that
we are better… we have worked longer… we have served the Lord more
faithfully. Our pride would have us believe that God has some nerve
asking us to share heaven with drunks and dope addicts… all those
death-bed converts from a life of sin… all those latecomers to the
vineyard. We need to be reminded that God’s grace is infinite. We don’t
generate it. We can’t hoard it. We can’t use it up. He doesn’t take it
from us to give to others. We are not the arbiters of God’s grace. We
are the channels of his love. We are the instruments of his mercy. And
the closer we follow Jesus, the more Christ-like we try to be, the more
welcoming we become… rejoicing, not resenting, the arrival of each new
laborer in the vineyard.

Lately I find the message applies to recent converts, as well as pillars
of the church, to the faithful and to the fallen-away. While the lesson
is timeless, it had a very immediate application back when Matthew was
compiling this gospel. Jesus had made it clear that the new covenant was
open to Jew and Gentile alike. But to many of Christ’s earliest and
most faithful followers, this didn’t seem fair. The Chosen People had
served the Lord from the time of Abraham. They had lived in strict
conformity to the laws of God. Hadn’t they earned more than these
Johnny-come-lately Gentiles? Jesus is telling them and telling us that
earning has nothing to do with salvation. No one buys their way into the
kingdom of God. We come by invitation only… an invitation written in
the blood of Christ.

Today, I often find myself relating more to the latecomers than to the
early risers. I am so very grateful that the grace of God has found me,
the mercy of God forgives me, and the love of Christ brings us and binds
us together. Early or late to the vineyard, I am… we are… so blessed to
do God’s work today. I rejoice in our worship, in our fellowship, in
our outreach… in all the labors of love that we share. Every day I try
to be aware… to be responsive… to be grateful for God’s great gift of
saving grace. I pray we stay focused and resist the petty, divisive
instinct to judge our neighbors… to take their moral inventories… and to
make self-serving comparisons. In the words of the old spiritual: Keep
your eyes on the prize… the ultimate prize… our salvation… our love of
God… our love of neighbor. Jesus will put everything else in
perspective.